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Ch. 7 (GP) Turns:
I must have fallen asleep. Vegeta wore me out. Well, between him and Trunks, and possibly my own unsettled emotions… I can’t seem to keep a lid on my personal issues and it’s exhausting. I’m constantly in check of my own power, trying to remain calm, and unnoticed.
Damn it, I can’t believe I slept like that! How long has it been? Where is Vegeta?
I guess it doesn’t matter. He and I need a break for a few more hours. I didn’t go back to him, he came back to me.
‘You lured him to come. You knew he would.’
I’m sore and hungry, but at least I slept peacefully this time.
That’s the first time I’ve found any rest since I’ve… awoken like this. Maybe it’s the first time I’ve slept well since even before that. That’s an interesting thought.
Piccolo may be right in assuming that Vegeta and I got into a little argument, and Gohan may be right in saying that they have some idea about my character, but what difference does it make?
Why did I go to Vegeta? I sought him out that day. What did I say to him? Why didn’t he tell me about our conversation?
If I asked him now would he tell me the truth?
So far, he has not lied to me, at least from what I can tell, but he is resourceful, and he is not above putting me in my place. After all, he did use those ki-cuffs on me. I’m not too happy about that.
Maybe I should go visit Gohan. He will tell me everything I want to know, and I won’t have to worry about getting distracted by whatever Vegeta decides to throw my way.
I need to know everything- everything there is to know about myself! There is something they are all keeping from me, and I think I know what it is.
My power. They don’t want me to use any of it, but I’m itching to release some of it. I could challenge my son to a fight. Just a little spar, nothing serious, and then perhaps I can get a better idea of my own strength, instead of holding it in all the time. What a wasted use of such a gift.
Hmmm… Or perhaps I could go off planet and test out my abilities in a far away land, where I won’t be waylaid by Vegeta, who seems to want to keep me docile and content. Or maybe he really is just taking advantage of the situation…
Hmph. Then why wouldn’t he want to see me in all my glory?
Maybe I should challenge him?! He will surely not refuse a battle with me!
Besides, why should I go off planet? There are plenty of places here for me to release my power, just a little bit. It might be fun to see what kind of real damage I can do.
I am too hungry right now, though. I will find something to eat and then decide my course. I don’t even know what time of day it is.
As I get out of bed and go to put my clothes on I realize how much pain I really am in. Maybe I shouldn’t have forced myself on Trunks like that. He must be feeling it, too. I just wanted to get a rise out of Vegeta, not torment the poor child. Then I got a little… carried away. Oh well, Trunks got off on me in the end, the little bastard, he can’t be too torn up by the whole thing.
Fuck this awkward pain! Vegeta didn’t show that he was in any discomfort from our rendezvous, but he must have been, or else… that wasn’t his first time. Maybe with me, yes… but perhaps not his first time being fucked.
I envy the man who took him first.
I wonder… was it anyone here? No, it couldn’t be. Vegeta’s not from here, and his contempt for those that are is palpable.
What did he do before he came here? What did I do?
Who was I?
Who am I?
I’m tired of not knowing anything!
I can’t help but sulk as I move quickly through the halls of this vast home. I head quickly in Bulma’s location, hoping that food will help me feel better and clear my head, at least for a few minutes. I find her quickly. She looks surprised to see me.
“Go- Uh, Kakarot? What’s up? Have you seen Vegeta or Trunks?” She asks.
I smirk, “No, not since this afternoon. I’m hungry,” I state, assuming she will catch my drift.
“Oh… okay,” she says, with a strange look in her eyes, “Well, if you go to the kitchen, our cooks will make you something to eat. Just tell them I said so. They know how you eat, so you won’t be let down.”
“Hnn?” I ask, confused, “They know how I eat?”
She smiles, “I hate that you don’t remember anything. You and I have known each other for so long. You’ve been coming here for years. Everyone here knows who you are! Now, don’t be shy, we both know you Saiyan’s and your crazy appetites,” she point down another hall, “Go and tell them you’re hungry and they’ll fix you up, and if you see Vegeta, tell him I’m looking for him, okay?” With a wink she walks away.
How strange. She speaks to me as though we truly are good friends. I have no desire to follow her or argue. I just head towards the faint smell of bread being cooked. I’m looking forward to a meal I don’t have to work for.

After eating I find that I cannot sense Vegeta’s energy as strongly as usual. Is he out there somewhere on the Earth, wandering around? Why would he not return to his home? What could he be doing all alone like that? Perhaps he is thinking over the situation. Maybe he wants me to come and find him, like he said before, and that’s why he went away in the first place.
He is stubborn, after all.
Well, I am not ready. He is a schemer. Let him plan his next move, it won’t make a difference. I refuse to go and see him just yet.
I am feeling better now that I’ve eaten. I think I will go out into the night and see what fun I can find to do with my time…

(VP)
I was able to save Gohan but not my own son! What kind of a fucking father am I?! Damn Kakarot! Damn him! This is too much! He’s gone too far! He’s going to ruin the lives of everyone here, one by one, and I am the only one who knows only too well what depths he might sink to! What depths he has sunk to already are far beyond what I ever thought he might be capable of doing. There are darker visions crossing through his mind, even as I attempt to decipher them. How can I beat him?
He shows no remorse. He has no memory or care for anything or anyone. He is not the same man. I must accept that and get to know this new person he has become. If I do not get to know him better, I will not be able to find his weaknesses.
‘He has no weaknesses.’
At this very moment, there is nothing to exploit him with, and nothing to charge him with, for he feels no guilt and holds no attachments.
I cannot even use myself! He has shown me, now, that even though his attraction to me is real, I am not enough to satiate his monstrous appetite.
What an evil creature has been born! Curse the very day this happened! How could I have fucked up so badly?! Why did I let my pride get in the way and go so far as to change the very nature of the man I once felt so enamored with?
He is no longer that man, and he is far worse than I ever imagined he could be! Would that he had been his true Saiyan self while growing up, he would have learned at least a little humility! Just like I had to!
Me- even the Prince of all Saiyans- with all my pride and arrogance- even I learned to humble myself before the presence of others! I had to learn to pick and choose my battles! I even learned what was right and wrong in my own eyes and led my life by some kind of code!
But Kakarot is the strongest! Who can bring him down?! Who can stop him?!
I must try! I could try to humiliate him! I could fuck him in front of his son, but he would find some distorted pleasure in it!
Whatever the case may be, on the off chance that I can strike some type of contrition within him… I believe I can use Gohan to my advantage. He is very jealous of him. Maybe he wouldn’t like to see Gohan in my arms, moaning out with my hard dick shoved deep inside of him. I will keep that in mind.
For now, I have no choice but to gather the dragonballs and wish for immortality! It’s the only way to challenge him with any hopes of winning.
With every moment and every day that passes, Kakarot’s bodily lust will be pushed to the side for a more carnal instinct. He will want blood. He will want destruction. No doubt he’s already considered it here, from those whom he has already met.
He will not go after Trunks or Gohan, but he might try to take on Piccolo, and even Bulma is not safe from his wrath.
He will want to hear them begging for their lives. He’s already imagined their terrified screams in his mind.
How do I know this? I used to be like him… but…
He changed me.
I suppose it’s only fitting I could return the favor.
What I wouldn’t do to have him return to his former self! What I wouldn’t give for one more day with the other Kakarot! I should… I should have talked to him more. I should have gotten to know him better.
He told me that he was restless, and that he wasn’t the same man as he was when we first met. What did he mean? He couldn’t have meant any of this. Perhaps he was simply looking for another adventure. Maybe he just wanted a change of scenery.
Why did I have to knock him senseless? Why couldn’t I have just told him the truth.
‘“I don’t want you to go, but if you must, take me with you…”’
Would that have been so hard?
Now I’m searching for these damn dragonballs as quickly and discreetly as I can, but I’ve only found four, one of which was Kakarot’s, the four-star ball that he keeps in his own home, and that one was the easy one. The Dragon has a sense of humor that is beyond me.
There are three more to go, and every minute that passes by I grow wearier of being caught.
I must return to him… or at least, seem aloof when he does find me. He will come for me. He has too many questions, and I left him on my son’s bed, alone and asleep.
I must stop what I’m doing for now and do… something else. But what?
Train?
He would challenge me if he caught me. I can’t risk it. But my blood is boiling for a challenge, too.
… I must rise to the occasion, and take him on, full force. I cannot hold anything back. He has already destroyed homes and psyche’s… what other damage can he do? What’s worse than what he’s already done?
This is a disaster! Maybe I should try to knock him in the back of the head again, maybe it would change him back?! But I cannot trust a hope. I must be prepared for anything.
For now, I will hide these dragonballs, in their sack, along with the radar safely in this abandoned cave, buried in the ground hidden behind a large stone. Ah… I should have covered myself in mud and hidden my scent. Perhaps I will do that the next time I go stalking the earth for these damn things, but at this moment in time I need to leave this place or do something other than wander around looking suspicious.
I begin to fly away, and I notice, almost as though I hadn’t been paying attention before, that it is getting dark. The darkness is stifling to me for some reason. I am afraid, scared like I haven’t been since I was a slave under the name and command of Frieza.
Kakarot must have woken up by now. I wonder what he will try to get into.
How can I talk to him? I can’t go to him right now; I’m so angry!
I failed my only son! I must confess that my heart is breaking for him. I know his pain. I know his guilt. I know his confusion. I know his embarrassment.
‘I am so sorry, Trunks. I wish that had never happened. I thought for sure that I had given you a better life than I had been given. It must be some sort of punishment for all my crimes that this happened to you like it happened to me. I’m so sorry.’
With Kakarot taking my place as the evil anti-Prince of the Saiyans, I finally know what it feels like to internally weep for others, not only out of fear for their lives, but for their ultimate well-being. Even if we all survive this, we will be scarred by it. Even if Kakarot does manage to return to his normal self, we will forever remember his reign of terror, and be tainted by it.
I need some sleep.
I drop to the ground under the canopy of the dense leaves of the trees out here, and I find a suitable place to rest my head. I can go on no longer tonight. I only hope that some justice will come in the morning, and not more dismay.

Sleeping alone in the woods like this was refreshing, but not as good as in a bed, I must confess.
I stand up and stretch out my stiff muscles. There are things to accomplish today. I will head back to Capsule Corp. and talk to Bulma, after that I will decide what needs doing first.
Upon my return the whole city seems to be charged with energy. I don’t understand it, but I ignore it for now and head straight to Bulma’s location. She is standing in front of the TV, which is odd for her, there must be something on the news.
“Vegeta?! Vegeta- Where have you been?” she cries out to me as I come nearer, “Goku! He’s… he’s a monster, Vegeta!”
Immediately my mind clicks to Trunks and I wonder if he told her what happened, then I see that she’s turned back to the television, and there is a video, a very shaky clip of Kakarot with a maniacal grin, destroying a city, little by little, until the person who was filming is also killed, and then the scene ends.
So, it has begun.
“‘That was a live shot from the news over in Easton City,’” the male reporter says, “‘No one knows how this is possible, but we’ve got our top militia on it. We will find this mad man, and we will do our best to take him down. Our hearts go out to the people of that great city. We will let you know if we find out anything else. If anyone has seen this man, report to your local police immediately.’”
She turns the TV off and looks back to me, tears now falling down her face. “Vegeta, I…”
She wants me to say something, to whisper words of comfort and security, but what can I say? I knew this would happen. This is only a taste of what he will do, if he is not checked. What should I do? Go and scold him like a child, and explain why he shouldn’t do this?
I am at a loss for words, so I simply stare at her while she cries.
Finally, she stops sobbing for long enough to say, “I just saw him last night! He seemed… normal… I told him that if he saw you to send you to me. I guess he didn’t go looking for you…?”
I growl at that and reply, “Why would you send him for me? Send anyone else but him! You’ve refused to listen to what I had to say until now, is that it? I told you that he could not be trusted! What is it that was so important you had to speak to him about me?!”
She’s shaken by my irritated verses, and for a moment she doesn’t respond. Then she answers angrily, “I have your fucking ship ready, Vegeta! Take him off planet like you said you would! Before he kills us all!”
“Hn,” I cross my arms. “At least that much has been accomplished. Where is it?”
She hands me a large capsule but says nothing else.
I take it from her and turn to walk away, further into the house.
“Where are you going?! I thought you were going to get him!” She yells.
I halt for a moment and explain, “He will not destroy this city. I’m going to get a shower and then get something to eat. Go somewhere and relax, Bulma. Leave the rest up to me. You’ve done your part.”
“Fuck you, Vegeta! You don’t care about what he’s done?! How could you be so cruel?!” she says, a fresh batch of tears pouring down her face.
I turn around slowly to look her in the eyes and answer, “You’ve been in denial this whole time, hm? You knew who I was when you first fucked me, and you looked passed that so much that you would never have to imagine the horrors I’ve committed. Let me handle this. There is nothing anyone here can do except for me! And I won’t be told how to handle this situation by someone who knows nothing about it.”
“I know him, Vegeta! The real Goku would never-”
“The ‘real Goku,’ you say?” I turn to her once again and come closer, getting into her face, as I explain, “Kakarot is his real name! He IS the real thing! That monster is who he was meant to be!”
There is it- the fear that Kakarot was looking for but could not find- the pungent scent of a terrified lessor being cowering before you- I have brought it out of even my own lover.
I am the bad guy. I have always been the bad guy. Kakarot is just a little lost puppy compared to me.
I will show him the meaning of terror.
I walk away from her once again, and as I am leaving I notice Trunks watching us slyly from the other room. My simple glance in his direction was enough for him to know that I am taking this seriously. He nods at me but doesn’t say a word.
Still, I must buy some time. No doubt Kakarot is proud of himself right now and is feeling more content than he has in a while. I cannot disturb the beast. A confrontation taken the wrong way will stir up his demons, and I don’t need that right now. I need the security of the dragonballs, which I don’t have yet. He will have to wait… and he will.
(GP)
I land softly in the grass in front of my son’s home, eager to speak with him after letting off some steam last night. It’s time to have some of my questions answered.
I go to the door and knock out of curtesy. A woman answers the door.
“Who are you?” I ask, before remembering that this is his wife.
“G-Kakarot? I’m… Videl,” she answers, a little confused, but very on guard.
I look her up and down, but I don’t respond. I step inside, and she steps aside, staring at me wearily. I continue walking through the house, until finally Gohan comes out from around a corner.
He says, “Let’s talk outside.”
I smirk at him and nod, then I let him lead the way back out the front door.
“Let’s go back into the woods. I’d rather not talk in front of our homes,” he says and start leaping away, not trying to outrun me, just trying to get some privacy. I smirk at his antics and follow, not really caring where he leads us.
Finally, he stops and as he turns to me, he asks, “What is it that you want? Have you been thinking about everything?”
“Oh, yeah,” I respond, mockingly, “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. I have some more questions and I expect some honest answers.”
“I’ve never been dishonest to you, father,” he responds with a snide attitude.
I believe he is telling the truth, but he is clearly not happy about the fact that I am not the same man, though I am inhabiting his body. I’m watching him carefully as I ask, “Tell me, has Vegeta been by?”
“No,” he answers sternly, “But I heard what you did to Trunks…”
“Really?” I ask, surprised, but kind of pleased. No wonder he looks so disgusted with me. “Did you hear all the details?” I smile, loving the idea of hearing him say it.
“For the most part,” he answers, his lips in a slight snarl, “All of them that I could stomach, anyways. Why would you do such a thing? Why couldn’t you have just gone to Vegeta with your raunchy lusts?”
“All is fair in love and war,” I laugh.
“No love has been proclaimed and no war has been declared. You’re just disgusting, and you want to get off however you can. Why Trunks? He didn’t deserve that.”
“And what about you, do you deserve it…?” I ask, quirking a brow at him. Talking about my sexual escapades is fun. I should do someone else so that we can talk about that!
Gohan growled at me for a moment and then it passed, and he seemed to regain some of his composure. He answered, “I don’t know why I asked you that. I know why you chose him. You’re too stubborn to go back to Vegeta straight away, so you wanted the next best thing. Someone that smelled like him. Someone that tasted like him. You make me sick.”
I laugh but then I wonder something, and ask, “How did you find out about us anyways, if it wasn’t Vegeta who told you?”
“I have a little brother, your other son, or don’t you remember? Trunks and Goten and very close…”
“Ahh…” I smile, but I am irritated by the way everyone seems to mock my memory loss, still I answer, “I see, now. That must be why Trunks was enjoying himself so much. He has a hard on for my youngest, who I couldn’t help but notice looks just like me, if not more puny and scrawny looking, he’s still handsome.”
“I’d say you’re ugly,” Gohan replies in pure disdain at me, “Your demeanor has changed as of late, and I don’t much care for it.”
Again, I chuckle at him. I find his displeasure in me amusing. It’s like being a ruler of subjects who hate you, but won’t do anything about it because, quite simply, they’re just too weak.
I say, “Well, let’s move on from this topic for now, I did have other questions. Like why Vegeta has not come to see you? Perhaps he sent a message?”
Gohan produced a strange look before replying, “Why would he? I think you’re confused about where Vegeta’s loyalties lie. He’s always been a solitary man, never seeking out anyone unless it could suit his needs. He has no reason to come here. He never did before, and he won’t start now just because you refuse to go see him.”
I frown at that. I was hoping that Vegeta would have stopped by to ask Gohan a few things… To learn about me and what I told him, but it seems that he hasn’t.
Gohan laughs a little and adds, “I see that you’re disappointed? Are you obsessed with him? I think I finally get it! You’re declaring your love for him and proclaiming a war amongst us because you don’t know how else to get what you want.”
I roll my eyes and say, “I already told you, I take what I want, and my desires are not based upon some ideal of settling down.”
“Oh, really? Then what do you want? To torment us all in little ways until you get bored and decide to leave?”
I scoff, “I want a challenge! No one here has tried to check me! I’m surprised by it, actually! You stand there on your high cloud, so upset with me, and yet you won’t lift a finger against me… I think it’s because you’re scared. Everyone here is afraid of me. Tell me, I’m the strongest out of all of you, aren’t I? Even stronger than ‘His Highness’ himself, hmm?”
Gohan stares deep into my eyes for a few moments, then finally he admits, “You are powerful, yes, but there is one man who can match you in strength, and I think you know who that is. Yes, his Highness, Prince Vegeta. The only reason you haven’t challenged him yourself is because you are afraid that you are wrong, and that you will lose in a battle against him.”
I growl at my son and answer, “What makes you so confident in that assessment of my thoughts?”
“Because you have no battle history. He knows all your moves. He knows your weaknesses. All you know is that you can throw a mean punch.”
“Enough of this!” I cry, pissed. “You talk big talk for someone who is weaker than me! Do you not care about what I may do to you?” I start taking steps closer, “Do you think Vegeta would come to your rescue again?”
Gohan’s façade finally begins to break as I approach him, and he says, “I can’t depend on Vegeta to save me every time you threaten me. I will have to defend myself, the way I was raised. I am curious, though, why do you continue to threaten me? Who am I to you that you should be so concerned with me?”
I raise my hand at him, intending to strike. ‘Fuck him! Fuck him!!’ Still, I am considering his words, and I do not want to look weak. Why should I fight him, when I know I would easily destroy him…? My hand strikes anyways, and I slap him hard across the face.
He didn’t even try to defend himself. I think he was surprised by the hit. He takes a few wobbly steps and holds onto his cheek, nursing his wound, before his angry eyes look back up at me.
“I think you’re jealous of me, to be honest, and I don’t know why,” Gohan says with much more emotion than I think he meant to.
“I’m not jealous of you, you are weak!” I retort, but whatever else I thought of to say left my mind before I could voice it.
I growl at my son. Irritated and confused. A small part of me regrets hitting him.
Why am I so angry all of the time? Why am I itching for battle all of the time?
Why do I feel the need to assert dominance over everyone that I have only just gotten to know since reawaking?
Who am I? What am I?
Does Vegeta feel this way, too?
My head is rushing with uncertainty, and I grab ahold of it and try to shake it off. “Damn it!” I cry, trying to get ahold of myself. Why am I so unabashed and extreme, and yet so thoughtfully neurotic?
I take a deep breath and release my head, before lifting my eyes to Gohan’s once again. He is staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, but he has not said anything else.
No doubt he is afraid of what I might do, and he should be.
“On second thought, I am going to teach you a lesson,” I sneer, and I grab onto his arm with a vice-like grip, “Vegeta didn’t want me to fuck you because he thought I might do it only to hurt you. Well, he was right, and I am going to hurt you. So, scream all you want, because if he does come to save you, it will be too late to stop it!”
(VP)
This is a dream come true. All seven balls, all together, right before my feet! This is only the second time I’ve seen such a beautiful sight! This time, though… This time I can actually do something with them!
This time it’s my turn to make a wish! Any wish I want!
This time I am in control!
I must not waste any time… I must summon the dragon…
Kakarot is with Gohan now, things seem to be heating up between them from what I can sense of it, who knows what may become of their meeting. I must do something and quick!
“So, you’ve managed to gather all seven of the dragonballs…” Piccolo spoke out to me, coming forth from between the trees some distance off. “What will you wish for?”
I turn to him, unhappy that he is here, but at least he will summon the dragon for me. He knows our need is dire.
“I have a wish in mind,” I reply. “Summon the dragon, quick!”
“What wish will you make, Vegeta? To bring Goku back to himself? And bring those people back to life that he just killed last night?”
I growl at the Namek and say, “Yes, yes, both of those things, now summon the damn dragon!”
“I will summon him, but I am nervous. Goku will see the darkening sky… He will see Shenron from a distance, we are not that far away…”
“Kakarot and Gohan are fighting now, or do you not sense the struggle in power between them, we are wasting time!”
“Fine… I’m trusting you to do the right thing…” Piccolo answered, and he held his hands up. He hesitated for a moment, looking at me with steely eyes, and then he called out, “I summon you, Shenron, The Eternal Dragon! Come forth and grant our wish!”
A few moments went by and nothing happened.
I turn to Piccolo and yell, “Do you know the damn password or not?!” Then the balls begin to glow, and a power swarms them. The sky darkens, and many grey clouds roll in. Thunder booms.
Moments later a gold lightening shoots forth from the dragonballs, and within mere seconds, the great Eternal Dragon, Shenron, appears.
I am stunned. So is Piccolo.
I will finally get my wish!
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